Could you maybe tell us what future Raz and Lilis relationship is like now?
*vibrating with excitement*
Putting this under a read more because it might be really long hemngh
So I'd decided to study their characters and how they interact a little more (mostly from the second game, but a little bit of the first too) and think about how their relationship would develop as they got older.
I came to the conclusion that I want to portray them as two people who have some level of affection for the other, but don't have time to focus on being sappy "boyfriend and girlfriend" because of work. The "fun" part their relationship ended waaaay back when they were 18-ish and went from Junior Agents to Official Psychonauts. It ain't exactly easy to go on dates and save the world at the same time y'know, and both of them have a lot of personal stuff going on.
Raz is almost always busy. Constantly filling out paperwork, running around in Sasha's lab, doing agent stuff, Circus stuff, the WHOLE shebang. Lili, is still trying to get over her dad's retirement, as the while thing still feels very surreal to her. Not to mention Hollis and her dad trying to push her to become the next Grand Head, much to her dismay. It's not very easy to have a social life with that much going on to be 100% honest.
Theres also taking their very different personalities into account. Lili's "Fuck around and find out" and Raz's sticking to a solid plan type of methods tend to clash quite often, and many newcomers have a hard time telling whether or not they're dating or competing with eachother.
Lili is probably the most complicated woman Raz has ever worked with, and while he finds it endearing he also finds it incredibly exhausting. Sometimes, It feels like she'll do the exact opposite of what he tells her just to get a reaction out of him, out of spite. But it's not like she can help it. She absolutely hates being told what to do, and one of her least favorite things about Raz is when he decides to become "Mr. Boss man" and order everyone around during missions. Despite all of- that- however, they do end up having very successful missions!... Most of the time.
There's also the pressure to keep up professional appearances for their fellow agents and new interns. One thing the both of them can agree on, is that they'll avoid showing any PDA in front of their coworkers. They still cringe thinking about how a little too comfortable they were as kids, and how almost EVERYONE in the Motherlobe knew about it. Luckily, most of those people are retired, quit or fired, and gives the two a better chance to be a little more professional with their relationship in front of the newcomers, because if they have to hear, "You guys are like the next Sasha and Milla!" One more time...
This isn't to say that things are always rough and gloomy for them. They still have a very special connection, and after knowing eachother for half of their lives, it's not like they're going to get rid of the other anytime soon. So might as well make the most of it, eh? She'll never admit it out loud, but there's really no other person Lili would rather be tied up and dangling over a pool of pyrokenetic sharks with than Raz (which has actually happened before btw) There's no way you won't catch them holding hands or sneaking a quick kiss at least once.
Anyways, to sum all of this shishkabable up best I can: They're WAY too close to be considered "just coworkers", but they also have way too much going on to focus on a serious relationship at this time.
Good on you if you managed to read my nonsensical ramblings all the way through! Take a prize from the prize bin you deserve it 👏 👏👏
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Rain
In a rare pocket of peace between battling bad guys, saving Jump City (if not the world), and a noisy tower, Raven and Cyborg find a moment to just be.
Raven found tranquility in the dead of night, in the heart of a raging thunderstorm.
She hovered, legs crossed, palms planted on her knees, before the sleek glass face of the Tower. Thunder drummed and lightning forked through the belly of the bruised blanket stitched across the sky, turning the glass into liquid moonlight that rippled and danced across her face.
The door to the living room whirred open.
"Rae?"
Cyborg.
"What're you —" A massive yawn interrupted him. She heard his shuffling tread as he entered the living room, felt the last remnants of sleep he hadn't shaken off clinging to him like cobwebs. "What're you doing up so late?"
"Enjoying the weather."
He whistled. "Man," he said, "it's really coming down."
His footsteps stopped, then started again — he was heading into the kitchen.
"I'll be out of your hair in a sec, Raven. I'm just grabbing a snack."
Raven's gaze skated away from the clouds. She spotted his reflection, poised in front of the open refrigerator as he rummaged through it.
"You can stay," she said. Carefully. Cautiously. "If you want to."
She saw him pause, saw his head crane over his shoulder.
She met his gaze in the glass.
It was easy to suppress, to restrain, to stifle (she'd been doing it her whole life) — it was impossible to ignore.
(Oxymorons. Go figure.)
She wanted him to stay.
"Yeah," he said finally, slowly. "Alright." He offered her a crooked grin. "Do you want anything to eat?"
"What're you making?"
"Waffles."
"Figures," Raven said drolly.
"Ah, but not just any waffles," Cyborg continued, his grin stretching. "Toast 'em, slap some pb & j and butter on 'em, and you've got yourself a top-notch waffle sandwich."
"Fascinating."
"And delicious. You in?"
"No. I'm fine."
Cyborg nodded. He turned away, then paused. He turned back. "Tea?"
Raven blinked. "I thought we were out."
He turned away again. His hand floated up to cup the back of his neck. "Yeah. We were. Ran out to the store with BB yesterday to get those vegan jelly bean gummies he likes, picked up some stuff while we were there. Tea included. Got a few boxes, just in case. Variety is the spice of life, and all that. Chamomile, sage, peppermint, ginger — pick your poison."
"Chamomile," she said after a long moment of silence. "But I can make it." She unfolded her legs and stood up. "Thanks. For getting it."
He was already busying himself with his state-of-the-art waffle-maker. "No problem."
A silence unspooled, punctuated by the storm and Cyborg's hums as he worked — but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was the exact opposite, and Raven realized it as she sidled into the cramped kitchen space behind the island to prep her tea.
She realized something else as she was flipping open a cabinet and withdrawing a mug.
She paused briefly, blinked, and thought, oh.
It was as simple as that.
There was a reason for the comfort. An explanation for why she wanted him to stay — and why she hoped he wanted to, too.
He understood.
He wielded a double-edged sword of his own.
He cared. He trusted. He believed.
And when they were together, they could just . . . exist. They could just be, and in lives full of danger, death, despair, doom — they could, and did, feel safe.
The particular pocket of peace they were in wouldn't last forever.
But maybe . . .
That was a loaded word, Raven thought, as she made her tea, focusing intently on her task and trying not to crack a small smile when the waffle-maker dinged and Cyborg drew in a deep breath and uttered a soft, jubilant "booyah" — then she thought about him turning away, trying to pat away some invisible itch on the nape of his neck.
And she smiled.
"Cyborg?"
"Yeah, Rae?"
'Maybe' was a loaded word, but it wasn't an impossible one.
She turned away from the counter, cup of tea in hands, curlicues of steam rising from the mug, a filmy curtain through which Raven and Cyborg regarded each other.
Not by a long shot.
"Watch the storm with me?"
Cyborg grinned. "Yeah," he said, plate of waffle sandwich in hand. "Let's do it."
They sat together on the sofa, Raven drinking her tea, Cyborg scarfing down his sandwich.
Raven found tranquility in the dead of night, in the heart of a raging thunderstorm, and she wasn't alone.
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